by Harriett Bennett
Streaming red, blue, yellow and green lights
Shine so brilliantly along the city streets at night
Bargain basement mark downs and mega mall sales
Shopping made easy online, cards now sent and received more often through email
Making the rounds of never-ending holiday parties
There’s always an old Saint Nick character maybe a little tipsy whose laugh is so hearty
A child opens that first gift expecting to see something bigger and more expensive in the next
Any wonder why some think the Christ in Christmas has been replaced with an X?
Travel back in time with me to a place called Bethlehem
Where a man named Joseph and a very pregnant Mary could find no room available to them
So to a stable they went and there they would make a place to lay
And await the soon-to-come child, who would be born among the animals and the hay
And word of his birth brought poor and rich together from far and wide
Bearing gifts from ordinary to extraordinary placed at the infant’s feet and side
But what of his mother Mary who endured earthly scrutiny to birth the child who was both man and heavenly being,
As she held her baby Jesus and gifted us He who would one day cleanse us from every sinful thing
So remember Mary’s obedience to God on High to do His will here below
And keep the Christ in Christmas, for He isn’t an X factor, but born to die, which is something that Mary had to know.
From The Truth About Onions: Writings of Help, Healing, and Hope by Harriett V. Bennett
- Christmas Creed (gratitudeisanattitude.wordpress.com)
